It's difficult to describe it. We were sat on a branch. An old oak's branch. Perhaps it wasn't the typical place for a date, but it was just perfect. The blue sky above us, the little birds singing an ancient song about the freedom below us, the wind playing with our hair and making it dance with the oak's leaves, the nightfall's light lighting us up... Alice's eyes were smiling. She turned towards me, then she bent and her lips caressed mines just for a second. Just a second... The perfect one.
